October wind, chills his skin
He walks home alone
A tiny house, a loving wife
Hands worked to the bone
But he don't mind his humble life
In this Rundown Town
To be a Sun
A ray
Of One
Like he's always done
And it's alright
To be there where he's always been
He'll live to light
This dark town he's in
The clock strikes old, on his achy bones
His final setting sun
And so he rests on an unfamiliar bed
And smiles to the Lord, his love
And it's alright
To be there where he's always been
He lived to light
This dark town of sin
And so he leaves, and he breathes
A soul so full of his crown
A life that was spent in being content
In the midst of a
Rundown Town